As I mentioned in an earlier post, just over a week ago funds for the hunger relief effort transferred from the US finally reached me in Sudan. It's a bit of a complicated process. We have to do a bank transfer to an account I have with the Diocese of Torit, which is maintained in their account managed by the Comboni Missionaries in Nairobi. Transferring has become easier since we received an OFAC (United States Treasury -
Office of
Foreign
Assets
Control) licence. Without it transfers having anything to do with Sudan easily get snagged. We were also finally able to work out the glitches in the transfer process with our bank in the US.
Once the funds get to Nairobi, I have to authorize a withdrawal with the accountant, and then the cash is brought to Sudan by the next traveller associated with the diocese. In Sudan only $100 bills issued in 2006 are accepted for exchange at the full rate. Older and smaller bills get much less.
Even when there was a functioning bank in Torit the exchange rate in the local market was always much higher. Now that the Nile Bank has unfortunately gone under (reportedly there are efforts to resurrect it), the local market or exchanges with private individuals are the only options in town. The good news on that front, though, is that the Kenya Commercial Bank is moving ahead rapidly with construction of a branch in Torit. In any case, to change money you have to first ask around to ascertain the best going rate. Last week I changed with Kenyan, Ugandan, Sudanese and mostly Somali merchants to be able to go ahead with the purchase of the grain. It's a fascinating experience that kind of makes you feel like you're in a movie. Sudanese currency is printed in Arabic (which I do not read) on one side, and in English on the other, so it can take a while to sort and count out bills.
From there Dennis and I drove to Magwi, about two hours away on rough roads, to meet with Fr. Joseph Otto, the pastor there. We purchased a hundred and fifty 150 kg grain bags there and then headed on to Palotaka, another hour further away on even worse roads. At one point the road seems to morph into what looks like a dry rocky river bed careening downhill. Palotaka is the bread basked of the region. At one point a few decades ago, the diocese's St. Joseph Farm there provided food supplies to most of its parishes and institutions. It ceased to function totally during the war, and is only slowly returning to production. In the mean time local farmers cooperate with the diocese's food security program to fill the gap. We worked out an arrangement with Lino, the Palotaka food security coordinator, and an announcement was made at last Sunday at Mass informing local farmers of the need for grain. By midweek our goal of 15,000 tons should be met. This is the first of three installments. Below is a photo of the food security storehouse (a large room in the nearly destroyed former Palotaka rectory) and the grain it currently holds.

As soon as the diocese's cargo trucks return hauling construction supplies from Uganda, again hopefully by midweek, we'll pick up the grain and begin carrying it to localities suffering from hunger. I've been in touch with Church personnel in both of the parishes in which we plan to distribute provisions. It would be wonderful way to spend Thanksgiving weekend.
I think this gives you an idea of how complicated the logistics are for an effort like this in the conditions of South Sudan. I'll be logging a lot of miles over the next few weeks trying to keep all the components connected and the endeavor in forward motion, for which I ask your prayers. While it's far from easy, I can't imagine a better way to enter into Advent and prepare for the birth of our Savior who was born among and for the poor.
Below are a few photos I took in Palotaka. The last two are the diocese's local health office, which is so small and inadequate that people on IVs have to sit on the porch of the ruins of the former rectory.